Rosabower: A Collection of Essays and MiscellaniesR. P. Thompson, printer, 1855 - 281 pagina's |
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Pagina 9
... wild winds , over the landscape . To me there seems something bright and beautiful gone from earth . There is a blank in life . A cloud is on my brow , a shadow on my heart . Yet would I not call back my child to suffer and to die again ...
... wild winds , over the landscape . To me there seems something bright and beautiful gone from earth . There is a blank in life . A cloud is on my brow , a shadow on my heart . Yet would I not call back my child to suffer and to die again ...
Pagina 14
... wild fruits . But the greatest thing about the blueberries is the pleasure of picking them . In blueberry time the hill was no longer barren , at least of visitors . Matrons and maids , and boys and girls , and little children of all ...
... wild fruits . But the greatest thing about the blueberries is the pleasure of picking them . In blueberry time the hill was no longer barren , at least of visitors . Matrons and maids , and boys and girls , and little children of all ...
Pagina 15
... wild its waves beat on the beach ! How they dashed against the cliffs ! How they bellowed in the dark caverns ! When the weather was fair , the whole expanse seemed some- times whitened with sails , and the waves seemed to sport and ...
... wild its waves beat on the beach ! How they dashed against the cliffs ! How they bellowed in the dark caverns ! When the weather was fair , the whole expanse seemed some- times whitened with sails , and the waves seemed to sport and ...
Pagina 23
... wild flower had disappeared before the chilling frost . There is the old orchard , whose ripe fruits he had so often gathered up - the meadow all waving with grass- the pasture with its glades and dells all grown over with brakes and ...
... wild flower had disappeared before the chilling frost . There is the old orchard , whose ripe fruits he had so often gathered up - the meadow all waving with grass- the pasture with its glades and dells all grown over with brakes and ...
Pagina 27
... wild flowers of every hue , walking hand in hand along the garden avenues , admiring the shrubbery and flowers , and listening to the mocking - bird , the sweetest of all songsters , and unknown in the north - earnestly inquire of their ...
... wild flowers of every hue , walking hand in hand along the garden avenues , admiring the shrubbery and flowers , and listening to the mocking - bird , the sweetest of all songsters , and unknown in the north - earnestly inquire of their ...
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Rosabower: A Collection of Essays and Miscellanies William Clark Larrabee Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2019 |
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Populaire passages
Pagina 125 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean shall exist Thy image.
Pagina 141 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Pagina 106 - He ever lives above For me to intercede, His all-redeeming love, His precious blood, to plead ; His blood atoned for all our race, And sprinkles now the throne of grace.
Pagina 84 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress, (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers...
Pagina 36 - I've seen around me fall, Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed.
Pagina 53 - Hell from beneath is moved for thee to meet thee at thy coming: it stirreth up the dead for thee, even all the chief ones of the earth; it hath raised up from their thrones all the kings of the nations.
Pagina 61 - And last, Man's Life on earth, Glide to thy dim dominions, and are bound. Thou hast my better years ; Thou hast my earlier friends, the good, the kind, Yielded to thee with tears — The venerable form — the exalted mind. My spirit yearns to bring The lost ones back — yearns with desire intense, And struggles hard to wring Thy bolts apart, and pluck thy captives thence.
Pagina 45 - tis nought to me Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes there must be joy.
Pagina 62 - Kind words, remembered voices once so sweet, Smiles, radiant long ago, And features, the great soul's apparent seat. All shall come back ; each tie Of pure affection shall be knit again ; Alone shall Evil die, And Sorrow dwell a prisoner in thy reign. And then shall I behold Him, by whose kind paternal side I sprung, And her, who, still and cold, Fills the next grave — the beautiful and young.
Pagina 210 - Ye winds that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me?